Poems

Shout


This is not a circle
though you feel dizzy
like you have come round
and round again
repeating mistakes and misconceptions.

This is not a circle.

though you are certain
you have seen
this spot
once or twice before.

This is not a circle.

Each time you come round
you widen your path
taking longer, and longer
to land here again.

This is not a circle love.

This is an outward spiral.
You are emerging
you are rising
you are rippling
Like a pebble
in a stream of consciousness
You are making your echo felt.

For Jenny.